By Ada M. Skinner, Frances Gillespy Wickes, Maud Petersham, Miska Petersham
3rd quantity of A kid's personal publication of Verse, a three-volume set deliberate to be used in the course of the 4 fundamental years. This strangely effective selection of poetry was once chosen with the kid's pursuits in brain. comprises sound rhymes and jingles to entice the ear, descriptive poems to create photographs within the imagination, lullabies and lyrics to hot the guts, and story-telling poems to stir the mind's eye. Attractively illustrated by means of Maud and Miska Petersham. compatible for a long time 7 to ten.
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"This assortment quantities to a hymn of compliment for all of the employees of the United States. those proletarian heroes, with names like Lonnie, bathroom lavatory, candy Pea, and Packy, paintings the furnaces, forges, slag lots, meeting traces, and loading docks at locations with unglamorous names like Brass Craft or Feinberg and Breslin's great Plumbing and Plating. merely Studs Terkel's operating ways the pathos and sweetness of this publication. yet Levine's characters also are major for his or her internal lives, now not only their jobs. they're strangely creative, residing 'at the borders of desires. ' One reads The Tempest 'slowly to himself'; one other ponders a diagonal chalk line drawn via his instructor to signify a triangle, the roof of a barn, or the mysterious separation of 'the darkish from the darkish. ' What paintings Is ranks as a massive paintings by way of a tremendous poet . . . very obtainable and completely American in tone and language. "
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Philip Levine used to be born in 1928 in Detroit and used to be officially knowledgeable there, within the public faculties and at Wayne college (now Wayne kingdom University). After a succession of commercial jobs, he left town for sturdy and lived in a variety of components of the rustic prior to settling in Fresno, California, the place he taught on the country collage till his retirement. For twelve autumns he served as poet in place of dwelling at manhattan college. He has got many awards for his books of poems, together with the nationwide ebook Award in 1991 for What paintings Is and the Pulitzer Prize in 1995 for the easy fact. In 2011 he used to be appointed Poet Laureate of the USA. He divides his time among Fresno, California, and Brooklyn, New York.
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Hush—'tis the lullaby Time is singing— Hush, and heed not, for all things pass. Hush, ah hush! and the Scythes are swinging Over the clover, over the grass! —ANDREW LANG White Butterflies Fly, white butterflies, out to sea, Frail pale wings for the wind to try, Small white wings that we scarce can see, Fly. Some fly light as a laugh of glee, Some fly soft as a low long sigh; All to the haven where each would be, Fly. —ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE The Green Gnome Ring, sing! ring, sing! pleasant Sabbath bells!
O come and hear the Pine Lady, Up in the haunted wood! The stars are rising, the moths are flitting, The owls are calling, The dew is falling; And, high in the boughs Of her haunted house The moon and she are sitting. Out on the moor the night-jar drones Rough-throated love, The beetle comes With his sudden drums And many a silent unseen thing Frightens your cheek with its ghostly wing; While there above, In a palace builded of needles and cones, The pine is telling the moon her love, Telling her love on the moonbeam strings— O have you seen the Pine Lady?
Lord Lovel Lord Lovel was standing at his stable door, Combing his milk-white steed; And out came lady Nancybell, To wish her lover good speed. " He had not been in merry England A month but barely three, When languishing thoughts came into his mind, And Nancybell fain would he see. So he rode and he rode along the highway Till he came to yonder town; He heard the sound of a chapel bell, And the ladies were mourning around. " The lid of the coffin he opened up, The linens he folded down, And now he kissed the pale, pale lips, And the tears came trickling down.